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Rumi bit her lip, trying to stay quiet as she teased her clit beneath the covers. She was already feeling pent up after today’s choreography practice, but now her hips were lifting off the bed as her body was tingling all over, her heart racing in her chest. The feeling of Mira’s hands on her waist and Zoey’s breath on her neck was still fresh in her mind.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of her fingers rocking against her clit, wishing it were Mira or Zoey touching her instead.
A sudden rattle at the doorknob made her pause, but she dismissed it—assuming the door was locked. Then, to her horror, it swung open. Rumi bolted upright, hastily yanking her hand out of her shorts and dragging the comforter over herself in a poor attempt to maintain some self-dignity. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Zoey walked into her room.
“Zoey! What are you—” Her words died in her throat as Zoey’s gaze locked onto her, and Rumi saw the moment recognition dawned on her face.
“Sorry!” Zoey said, squealing. “I guess the door was unlocked. I should have knocked.”
Heat rushed to Rumi’s face as she pulled the comforter up to her chin, staring at Zoey standing in the doorway. Her entire body buzzed with awkwardness and retreating arousal, and she was painfully aware of how red her face must be. Zoey’s expression shifted from curious ot amused, her smile stretching into a grin.
“Hey, no need to stop on my account,” Zoey said with a wink.
“Zoey!” Rumi’s voice came out higher than she intended. “I didn’t—I wasn’t expecting you to just walk in.”
“Sorry,” Zoey repeated, as her grin curved into a knowing smirk. “I was going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with Mira and me, but it looks like…you’re a little busy right now.”
“I—well, you see, I—” Rumi stuttered. That was all she could manage before her mind went completely blank. She felt exposed even beneath the covers as Zoey's eyes lingered on her.
“Rumi?” Mira’s voice came from the hallway, and Rumi felt even more mortified. “Zoey, is Rumi in there with you? What did she say?”
“Mira!” Zoey yelled. “Get in here!”
Rumi wanted to disappear. She wanted to pull the covers over her head and never come out again. But before she could move, Mira entered the room—and stopped short. Her eyes dropped to the comforter, clutched tightly at Rumi’s neck, then flicked to Zoey, her expression unreadable.
“Oh,” Mira said, raising an eyebrow. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No, you’re not interrupting anything. As a matter of fact, you’re just in time,” Zoey said quickly. “I just walked in on Rumi…um, taking care of herself.”
“Zoey,” Rumi groaned, hiding her face behind her hands.
“What?” Zoey asked, laughing again. “It’s okay, Rumi. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
“It’s not that,” Rumi mumbled, embarrassment growing. “It’s just…”
She didn’t want to say it out loud, but nothing else came to mind. Even after the night at the Idol Awards—and the months since, when their relationship had finally begun—she still felt flickers of anxiety at the thought of her lovers seeing her demon patterns out in the open.
“Is it because of your patterns?” Mira asked as if reading Rumi’s mind. Rumi felt her entire body tense up. She nodded slowly, clutching the covers in an attempt to hide herself.
She heard Mira sigh, and then felt the bed dip next to her as Mira sat down on the edge of the mattress.
“Hey,” Mira said softly, her fingers brushing against Rumi’s wrists. “You don't need to hide from us.”
Rumi peeked out from beneath the safety of the covers, only to find Mira watcher her, eyes soft with adoration. She hesitated, then slowly lowered the comforter, allowing Mira to gently take her hands in hers.
“It’s just…” Rumi hesitated, watched Mira’s thumb trace quiet, comforting circles across her knuckles. “For so long, hiding was the only thing that felt safe. It's hard to believe I don’t have to anymore.”
“I know,” Mira said. “But know we don’t think anything different of you. We love you, Rumi.”
“Yeah,” Zoey agreed, coming around to the other side of the bed. She sat down next to Rumi, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Rumi leaned into her touch, feeling warmth bloom in her chest. “We love you so much.”
Rumi nodded, smiling shyly. She knew they did, but she still needed the reassurance sometimes. “I love you guys, too.”
They stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence, until Zoey’s voice broke the moment.
“So—um,” she began, a playful edge evident in her tone. “What were you thinking about, Rumi? Before I walked in?”
“Nothing!” Rumi exclaimed quickly, her face heating up again.
“Come on,” Mira said with a laugh. “No secrets, remember?”
Rumi hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she should tell them the truth, but at the same time, she didn’t want to lie to them.
“I—” Rumi started, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was thinking about…you guys.”
“Oh?” Zoey said, amusingly, her arms tightening around Rumi’s shoulders.
“I was thinking about the choreography today,” Rumi confessed, her eyes darting nervously around the room. “The way you were both touching me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
Mira was quiet for a moment, and then Rumi felt her shift on the bed. When she looked up, Mira was kneeling above her, a small smirk on her lips.
“Do you want to show us?” she asked.
“Show you?” Rumi repeated nervously.
Mira nodded, her smirk deepening. “Show us how you were touching yourself. What were you thinking about?”
Rumi’s breath caught in her throat. Fuck. The way Mira said that made her want to, but she was still hesitant. She looked at Zoey, who was giving her an encouraging nod.
“It’s okay,” Zoey said softly. “We want to see you.”
Rumi bit her lip again, looking back at Mira. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body growing warmer by the second. She slowly lifted the comforter, letting it pool at her feet as she spread her legs a little.
Mira’s eyes immediately landed on the patterns glowing faintly on her thigh, and Rumi felt a pang of embarrassment. But Mira didn’t say anything about the reaction. Instead, she returned her gaze to Rumi’s face, silently waiting.
Rumi took a deep breath and slowly slipped her hand back into her shorts. She could feel Zoey’s eyes on her, too, as she started to touch herself again, feeling the wetness pool at her core.
“How does that feel?” Mira asked, her voice much lower now. Rumi shivered at the sound.
“It—fuck—it feels good,” Rumi said quietly.
“Show me how good it feels,” Mira urged, moving to bite at Rumi’s ear. Rumi bit back a moan as she circled her clit slowly, rocking her fingers back and forth.
“Faster,” Mira said, leaning back to watch the pleasure twist across Rumi’s face.
Rumi did as she was told, picking up the pace as she moved her fingers faster over her clit.
“More,” Mira said, more demanding. “Do what you would have done if Zoey hadn’t walked in.”
Rumi nodded quickly, moving her fingers faster and faster, her hips bucking off the bed. She could hear Zoey breathing heavily next to her, but she didn’t dare look away from Mira.
“Look at you,” Mira said, her voice dripping with desire. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Rumi moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she continued to touch herself. She could feel the warmth spreading through her body, her orgasm building.
“Rumi,” Zoey pleaded, her hand sliding down Rumi’s arm. Rumi turned to look at her, meeting her dark eyes as she continued to pleasure herself.
“Kiss her,” Mira ordered. Rumi felt Zoey’s lips on her before she could process it, her tongue sliding into her mouth as she kissed her deeply.
Rumi continued to move her fingers, her hips lifting off the bed as she got closer and closer to her release. She broke the kiss to let out a high-pitched moan, feeling Mira’s fingers on her thigh as she spread her legs wider.
“Keep going,” Mira encouraged, her hand trailing up Rumi’s patterns with the tips of her fingers. Rumi nodded, picking up the speed as she rubbed her clit furiously.
“Mira—Zoey,” she gasped. “Please. I—fuck.”
Mira smirked at her, leaning down to kiss her other thigh. “You’re doing so well.”
“Mmm,” Rumi moaned, feeling jolts of pleasure spread through her entire body.
She could feel Mira’s breath against her skin, teasing her as she continued to rub at her core. She was so close, she could feel it.
“Are you close?” Mira asked, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Rumi’s inner thigh. Rumi nodded quickly, her hips bucking again.
Mira smirked devilishly before she rose to hover directly above Rumi and squeezed her wrist to stop her. Rumi whined in frustration as her climax slowly ebbed away.
“No, wait! I was so close. Why did you—” Rumi couldn’t finish that sentence before Mira pulled her hand out of her shorts. Mira observed how the wetness coating Rumi’s finger hung in ropes when she parted her fingers.
Rumi watched in shock as Mira raised her hand to her lips, wrapping her tongue around Rumi’s index and middle finger, and cleaned off her arousal. Rumi let out a ragged breath, staring wide-eyed at Mira as she pulled her fingers from her mouth and teasingly slid her tongue up one of her digits like she was licking a popsicle.
“Patience, baby,” Mira said before licking her lips and humming in approval. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.”
Rumi felt her cheeks heat up at the praise, her heart racing at the sight of Mira licking herself from her mouth.
“Can I have a taste?” Zoey asked, moving to cup Mira’s jaw. Mira turned to kiss her deeply, and Rumi watched as they shared a heated kiss right above her. She could see Mira’s tongue entering Zoey’s mouth, and she felt her body respond with a wave of desire.
Rumi whined, reaching down to resume her self-ministrations, but Mira grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head. Rumi stared up at her, feeling far too desperate and needy.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I’m so close. I need to cum.”
“You will,” Mira said sternly. “But you have to do as we say. No touching yourself, yet.”
Rumi whimpered, squirming beneath her, but nodded in submission. She would do anything Mira said at this point. She just needed to cum.
“Good girl,” Mira said, giving her a quick peck on the lips before she turned to Zoey. “I think we should help her out of these clothes, don’t you think?”
Zoey nodded eagerly, her hands going to the waistband of Rumi’s shorts. Rumi lifted her hips to help, feeling a rush of excitement as she was left in just her t-shirt and panties. Mira looked down at her, their eyes roaming over her body.
Rumi shifted under their gaze, feeling her patterns pulse and flutter beneath her skin. She felt exposed—but in a good way. Like they were finally seeing her for who she truly was, accepting and without fear.
“Spread your legs for us,” Mira ordered, her hands gripping the underside of Rumi’s knees. Rumi obeyed immediately, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the cool air of the room against her ruined underwear.
She heard Zoey gasp beside her and then felt her fingers creep across her waist, right next to one of her patterns. She shivered at the touch, her body tingling all over.
“So beautiful,” Zoey whispered, her fingers trailing higher under her shirt and over another one of her markings. “Can I take this off, Rumi?” She tugged at the hem of Rumi’s shirt, waiting for permission to undress her.
Rumi nodded again, feeling her breath hitch as Zoey slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head. Mira took it from her, tossing it to the floor where it lay forgotten.
Zoey then moved down to latch her fingers under her underwear. “Can I?” she said, looking at her expectantly.
Rumi nodded a final time, her heart racing as Zoey began to peel the final garment of clothing off her. Strings of arousal clung to her underwear as she pulled them off, and Rumi bit her lip, feeling embarrassed at how wet she was.
“Fuck,” Mira breathed out raggedly, her eyes locked on Rumi’s dripping core. Rumi looked down at herself, too, seeing how her slick was coating her thighs, her patterns glowing brighter now at being seen.
“God, Mira,” Zoey moaned. “Look at how wet she is for us. She’s perfect.”
Mira didn’t reply, but Rumi saw the way she bit her lip and furrowed her brows, as if her control was slipping bit by bit. Rumi felt so open, so vulnerable, but she also felt more connected to Mira and Zoey than ever before. They could see all of her, every part of her, and they still wanted her.
She felt her face heat up, but she didn’t look away; instead, she stared up at Mira and Zoey with a desperate look on her face. She needed to touch herself, but she knew she couldn’t without permission.
She whined, wiggling beneath them.
“Fuck…” Mira muttered, her eyes still roaming over Rumi’s body. “I can’t wait anymore. What do you need, gorgeous?”
Rumi didn’t hesitate. “I need—I need to touch myself. Please—let me touch myself.” She moved her hands toward her core, but Mira grabbed them before she could do anything.
“Just a moment, Princess,” Mira said firmly. “You’ve been so good for us. But we want you to tell us exactly what you want.”
Rumi whimpered again, her body aching for release. “I—I want you to watch me as I finger myself. Watch me cum. Watch me show you how much I’m yours.”
Mira and Zoey both groaned, and Rumi could see the desire in their eyes. She knew they wanted this just as much as she did, but they were taking their time. Savoring the moment.
“You’re such a good girl,” Mira murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Rumi moaned into it, feeling Zoey’s lips on her neck, her teeth nipping at her skin.
Mira pulled back, looking at Zoey with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Why don’t we give her what she wants?” she suggested, her fingers tracing a zigzag path down Rumi’s chest.
Zoey nodded quickly, and Rumi gasped as she felt her hands on her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She moaned again, her hips lifting off the mattress as they teased her.
“Please,” Rumi begged. “Please—let me touch myself.”
Zoey smirked, leaning forward to whisper in Rumi’s ear. “Go ahead, baby. Show us how you touch yourself. How much do you want it? We’re going to watch you.”
Rumi didn’t need to be told twice. She slipped her hand between her legs and pushed a finger inside herself.
“Ah—fuck,” she cried out, feeling her walls clench around her. She heard Mira and Zoey moan in unison, and she knew they were enjoying this just as much as she was.
Rumi pushed another finger inside and started a rhythm—pumping them in and out as she pleasured herself. She could feel how wet she was, her arousal dripping down her fingers and onto the bedspread.
She cried out in ecstasy when her palm rubbed against her clit just right, sending jolts of pleasure straight up her spine.
“God, you’re so hot, Rumi. I’ll never get tired of hearing those sounds,” Zoey groaned, her eyes locked on where Rumi’s fingers were pistoning in and out of herself. “You’re so beautiful. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
“Mmm—yes, keep going,” Mira urged, her hands trailing up and down Rumi’s sides. Rumi nodded, moving her fingers even faster, feeling the tension coil tighter in her core. Her body was on fire, her skin burning with desire.
“Fuck—fuck, I—” She whined and moaned, unable to form any coherent thoughts.
Mira’s fingers tightened on her thighs, and Rumi knew she wouldn’t last long at this rate.
“You look so good like this, Rumi,” Zoey said, leaning down to kiss her. “You’re ours. Ours to touch, ours to fuck, ours to do whatever we want with.”
“Yours,” Rumi whimpered, moving her fingers fast. “I’m yours—I’m yours—I’m—”
“Cum for us, baby,” Mira demanded. “Cum while we watch you.”
Rumi moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Her entire body shook, her walls pulsing around her fingers as she rode out her release. Her patterns pulsed, lighting up the room in a ray of light.
She heard Mira and Zoey calling out her name, their voices urging her on as she continued to move her fingers inside herself, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
“Good girl, Rumi,” Zoey praised, her lips pressed against Rumi’s forehead.
“Such a good girl,” Mira agreed, her fingers now gently stroking Rumi’s thigh. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
Rumi smiled as she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was flushed, patterns fluttering dimly as her body trembled in the aftermath of her intense release. She looked up at Mira and Zoey, her heart filled with love and desire. They had seen all of her, and they still loved her. They wanted her. Everything they did together, they did for each other.
And Rumi would never have to hide from them again.
“I love you,” she said softly, her eyes filled with tears. “I love you both so much.”
Zoey leaned down to kiss her, her lips soft and gentle. “I love you too, Rumi.”
Mira kissed her next, her lips also gentle but more passionate. “I love you so fucking much, Rumi. Thank you for showing us all of you tonight.”
Rumi nodded, feeling content and treasured. Mira and Zoey wrapped their arms around her, pulling her close as they lay down beside her.
Together, they fell asleep, their hearts filled with love and their bodies intertwined. For once, Rumi felt truly seen. And for once, she was ready to embrace everything she was meant to be.